Wasteland

When the white light disappeared and Lin Fan could see again, he found that he was currently standing in the middle of nowhere.

This was a place that he wasn't familiar with, but he could tell that the concentration of life energy in the air was much greater than where he had been standing before.

There wasn't much around him, there was just dirt and rocks. While there were a few patches of grass that were scattered around, most of the grass was yellow in colour and close to dying.

It was clear that whatever this place was, it wasn't a place that was teeming with life. In fact, it almost looked like this place was close to dying…

The first thing that hit him was the stench that filled this place.

It wasn't a pleasant smell, it was a smell that hit harder than an outhouse that hadn't been cleaned.